Teasing A Naughty Husband
Artha jealous

“Mas Alden!” peekik Ani's.

“Call Artha, Brother. Then, you call me, mas,” protest Alden while posing cute.

“Hah?”

Ani smiled awkwardly. He had no idea he would get such a reaction from Alden. The man was so adorable, that Ani wanted to pinch his cheek.

“Why bengong? I'm .. handsome, right,” all the time.

“Huh .. spiciness, deh. Mas, what do you want to come here?”

“You'll meet Flowers. He, there, right?” asked Alden while giving a glance.

He was looking for the girl he was looking for. However, Flowers do not appear to roam the production house. Alden thought the girl was next door.

“Kak Bunga just went the same bang Artha. He said, anyway, want to meet his mother in the boutique,” Ani replied innocently.

“Ke boutique, huh? Well, thank you, An. I went after them, bye!” alden exclaimed as he ran towards his car.

Ani took a long breath. He was a little disappointed to see Alden leave. It seemed, the God of Love had come to greet him.

***

“Who was that morning, anyway?”

“No idea,” replied Flowers lazily.

“If you don't know, why is your face like a lover caught carrying an affair behind me?”

Artha continued to corner Bunga so that the girl would answer him. He was very jealous to see another man watching and bringing food to his fiancee. His attitude made the Flower sultry and eventually exploded.

“Even though I cheated with this man, why? What does that have to do with you? Don't you also have an affair behind me? Oh, wrong …. I'm the one who became an affair because you were already in a relationship with that girl. Ch! Very funny,” decih Flowers while covering both ears Maya using the palm of the hand.

“It ... not like ...”

“Unlike I mean? Remember, Ar! Our engagement is just a deal. We just want to make our parents happy and we'll be apart after a year. So, do not cross the line in this relationship.”

Damn, he was right. For the sake of remaining engaged to her, I've made a ridiculous agreement.

Feeling claustrophobic due to his annoyance, he asks Artha to stop the car. The girl chose to take a taxi instead of going with Artha. Flowers threatened to jump when the man did not want to pull over.

“Don't be like this, Flowers. I'm sorry that you're angry because I meddled in your personal affairs. We go together to the boutique, okay?”

“You're not deaf, are you? I said .. I want to go alone. Give me the address and we meet there only,” replied Bunga with an annoyed face.

Artha had to obey the wishes of the flower. He stopped a passing taxi and helped Bunga open the door. The blue car drove away leaving Artha who was sculpting.

Not long after the taxi drove away, a black car seemed to follow. Artha was unsuspecting and drove ahead of the taxi carrying Bunga. He deliberately drove in front of a taxi so they could come together to the boutique.

However, the taxi carrying Bunga suddenly stopped because it was blocked by a black car that followed him. The taxi driver looked scared. Flowers squinted, trying to see the person who got out of the car in front of him.

“How is it, Ma'am? Shouldn't you call the mas earlier?”

“No need, Sir. Let me just get out. I know that person,” said Bunga while holding Maya.

“Good. If he does evil, I will call the citizens,” said the driver cautiously.

Flowers came out to meet the man. Pras. She had been following Bunga ever since the girl came out of the house with Artha. I don't know what the purpose and purpose is?

“No need for pleasantries. What's up?”

“A-hold. I miss you, Bubu,” Pras replied with a call unfortunately.

“Don't call me that again, Mom! Our relationship ended three years ago. Don't bother me anymore. Remember that! You already have a wife,” maki Bunga while occasionally glancing at Maya.

He was afraid that the little girl was crying to see Flowers screaming. Justright. Maya cries loudly, to the attention of people who walk on the sidewalk.

“You scared him,” Pras said as he reached out to touch Maya's head.

"And it's because of you" replied the Flower.

The flower stepped back. The man already had a wife and Bunga did not want to get involved with him. Moreover, he knew Pras' wife well. He did not want to be misunderstood by Pras' wife.

“Not to be afraid, Flowers. I ... divorced with Tea.”

“Then, you thought I'd come back to you because you're a widower now? Sorry, Mas. Even if I become a spinster, I won't come back to you either. Excuse me,” pampit Bunga with ketus.

“Wait!” Pras blocks the wrists of Flowers.

“Remove your hand from me, Mas,” Ketus Bunga.

“Not going. Before you come with me and speak well with me,” replies while tightening his hand.

Flowers grimace in pain. However, Pras did not care about that. Until a hand pulls Pras' hand and twists it behind his back.

“She said .. release! You didn't hear, huh!” hardik Alden while pushing Pras to fall on the sidewalk.

“Who are you? This is my business with flowers. You ... can't interfere.” Pras got up and cursed Alden. He was shaking his shirt which looked dirty.

“How, yes? I was the boy's father and you made my son cry. Isn't that related to me?”

“Tch! Just take the boy away because he's not a flower boy either. Do not interfere with my business with Bunga,” Pras said arrogantly.

“The problem .. I like the girl my son likes. You ... understand, no,” Alden's fishing rod.

Pras came forward and was about to hit Alden. However, the flower rebuked him. The two stopped arguing and got into each other's cars.

A few seconds later, Alden got out of his car. He paid the taxi fare and took Bunga with him. They went to the store in Alden's car.

Arriving in front of the boutique, Artha was already waiting at the door. His eyes flashed red when he saw Alden coming with Flowers. Artha's jaw hardened with the sound of teeth bluffing.

“It's just fine not to go with me. So, there's something to look forward to,” sneer Artha cynically.

“I'm looking for you guys to the Flower house. Ani said, you guys went to the boutique. So, I'm catching up. We accidentally met on the road,” Alden said in a friendly and patient tone.

A hypocrite! In front of others like angels, but behind like demons.

Artha cursed in heart. The hostility between her and her sister never went public. In fact, both of their parents had never seen them fight.

“What do you guys do?” ask Khumaira.

Artha and Alden froze. Did the mother hear what they were saying? Both hoped not, but Khumaira's flat face with no smiling expression made them unsure that their mother had not heard the debate.

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